The originally tidy room was a lot more messy.

The bed was turned upside down, slightly bulging, as if someone was hiding underneath.

Huo Jingchen narrowed his eyes, his face was cold and hard, and he strode to the bed.

Oh, he wants to see who has the audacity to run to him and pretend to be a ghost!

Zhao Siqing hid in the quilt, listened to his footsteps with his eyes closed, and felt that the subtle sound was heavy, as if every step was on his heart.

She swallowed softly, her throat tightened, and her palms sweated profusely.

Until the footsteps stopped at his side, Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't even breathe.

Huo Jingchen stopped beside the bed, his eyes were gloomy and he said coldly: "Come out!" ”

He suddenly spoke, Zhao Siqing subconsciously trembled slightly, only to feel that an abnormally yin owl gaze penetrated the quilt and fell on him.

Huo Jingchen was a little impatient and was in no mood to play with her.

With a big hand, the quilt was lifted in an instant.

A snow-white little face was revealed, with her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, wearing a clean white shirt and short skirt, tied in a double ponytail, pure and cold, which only made people crazy.

She lay on her side on the bed, her shirt became shorter for a while, revealing a thin waist, unbearable to hold, and white and dazzling.

Huo Jingchen's throat tightened, and he never thought that the person lying on the bed would be Zhao Siqing.

didn't hear any movement, Zhao Siqing slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Huo Jingchen uneasily.

Seeing that Huo Jingchen didn't move, she quietly stretched out her little hand and pulled the quilt up a few points.

The quilt was dragged to the neck, and it was tightly covered, and for a while only a small head was exposed, and the hair was messy.

She looked at him with a pair of misty eyes, which made Huo Jingchen feel distraught.

Huo Jingchen had seen her wear a school uniform before, but he had never seen her look like this.

He slowly clenched his big hand hanging at his side, frantically trying to get her.

Neither of them said a word, and there was a stalemate for a moment.

After a few seconds, Huo Jingchen forced himself to look away, turned around and said in a deep voice: "I'll let someone send you back." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, he didn't expect him to react like this.

Without waiting for her to speak, Huo Jingchen turned around and planned to leave.

Zhao Siqing sat up and subconsciously grabbed his wrist and said softly, "Don't go." ”

Her fingertips were delicate and soft, and when she grasped herself lightly, it was like touching a fine brocade.

Huo Jingchen's footsteps paused slightly, his lips pursed lightly and turned his back to her without making a sound, just breathing, but he was uncontrollably messed up.

"I... Let's try ......"

Zhao Siqing raised his eyes to look at him, his voice trembling lightly.

She wasn't going to comfort him or say anything more about his injuries.

She knew that no amount of encouragement or comfort at such a time would be more like sarcasm to him.

And, presumably, he didn't want to know about it.

So Zhao Siqing didn't mention anything, but chose the most direct and straightforward, but also the most effective way.

Hearing her words, Huo Jingchen's body trembled slightly, and his eyes darkened a little.

The tight strings in my brain seemed to snap in an instant, and I almost lost my senses.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhao Siqing slowly got up from the bed, and gently covered the scar on his waist and abdomen with his little hand.

The scar was left from the last time he was protecting her, and I don't know how long it will take to fall off.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart beat faster, and she was nervous beyond words.

But at the same time, her brain was strangely calm.

The words that Nalan Yanran said last night came to her mind one by one.